Bowl me over Autumn crisp,
Transport me from the summer blare,
to the festive winter chill.
Share with me your orange shades,
A time of transition,
Yet nature is still here, unfazed.
Sway me into cinnamon season,
pumpkins, scarves, and ghouls alike.
Help us countdown to that time of year,
When everything red and glittery will appear.
But first let’s not rush through your own delights,
the conkers, sunsets and fireworks bright.
Poetry and photography by Rose-Sky Journey Pieces.